Looking at all my old photos from the farm and sucking on my teeth and blinking my eyes really fast and shouting in my mind ENDURE! ENDURE!

I actually cant stand the way you guys talk about women and music and tv and love and alcohol and movies and writers and friendship and ideas and concepts and shapes and colors and sex and doordash

Well, let's see. I like my sex freak mutuals more than my full-spectrum disturbed mutuals, but I like my rural photographer mutuals more than both. But not the ones who are also unemployed, which turns them crazy. Then the young Christian man mutuals are distributed throughout by

The leaves on the blueberry fields are starting to turn

Wished I had a big fine horse and corn to feed him on

That's enough.

Staring at the computer in a God-fearing way

I don't want my kids watching much television but I do want them to develop ideological capabilities before they can read, so I'm thinking we'll get a record player and listen to JFK comedy albums

Let us get after it then, you and I, when the evening is spread out against the sky like a scorecard stuck to a sports bar table,

And they got in their cars, and they knew they had to turn left on Main Street; and they were sore afraid.

Pasteurizing milk in the microwave

I'm proud to bear the dubious honor of being the only woman in America who thinks she's hideous because her nose is actually too small

Sunset rainbow vortex on a really quite normal evening